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The overnight nervous strain began to tell; she became inattentive to the work before her, and it did not get on. He stopped on the curb-stone, not facing her but as if he was on his way to cross the road, and spoke to her suddenly over his shoulder. . I don't care how soon he learns that he has lost his adopted son. ‘That there governess didn’t like it, of course, me being the lodgekeeper’s girl, and Martha just a country wench like me. ‘Why, what have I said?’ ‘You said to me my name.
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